Gifted Connections 4

“I’ll take the chocolate peanut butter,” Troy added. “In a waffle cone with chocolate jimmies.” He took out his wallet and pulled out some cash.

“I have money,” I gently teased him.

“So do I,” he said with a wink.

I smiled up at him once more. They really knew how to spoil a girl.

“Let’s eat these and then hit the arcades,” Jace stated as he pointed towards the sizeable indoor arcade a few buildings down from us.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I said with a smile. This was exactly what I needed after the day I had.

I leaned back in Noah’s arms and sighed. “This has been such an amazing night.”

After an hour of racing each other in the arcades, we decided to ride some rides. Noah had ushered me away to the ferris wheel immediately.

He chuckled as he kissed my temple and threw his arms around my shoulder. “I agree. I wish our trip had been more successful, though.”

“Who knows,” I began, trying to be optimistic. “Maybe he’ll still come around. Especially when he realizes that he’s going to lose his gift. I’m sure it comes in handy when he’s studying for a new role. He may be naturally talented, but some of it has to come from his gift.”

“Okay, enough about him,” Noah said before he grabbed my chin lightly and tilted it up.

He placed a kiss on my lips, and I leaned into him. I opened my mouth to his probing tongue and moaned. His mouth became more insistent, and his hand found its way onto my thigh. His hands were warm against the chilly night air.

We continued to kiss, and I moved restlessly against his roaming hands. I felt his fingers begin to play with the edges of my panties. I opened my thighs further, forgetting the fact that we were on a Ferris wheel.

We were breathless as his lips lifted from mine. “Wanna live a little dangerously?” He murmured against my ear.

I boldly rubbed his thigh, feeling his reaction to our make-out session. “Are you suggesting we do something here?” I asked, slightly scandalized but intrigued at the same time.

The Ferris wheel chose to stop once more. I peered over the sides and saw that everyone looked like ants from up here.

He slid up behind me and whispered conspiratorially. “By my estimation, we have a few more minutes of them loading the rest of the riders on, then a few more minutes of the actual ride. It’s plenty of time to have a little fun.”

I bit my lip in indecision but then smiled. I turned back around and immediately reached for his fastenings on his shorts. “We better not get caught, or I’ll die of mortification.”

He chuckled and moved my shaking hands from the front of his shorts. “We’ll make it quick.”

I watched as his shaft sprang forward, and I hastily removed my panties. He pulled me onto his lap so I was facing away from him, and I guided him into my waiting core. The thrill of possibly being caught and knowing how I affected him had me more than ready.

He muttered a curse as he grabbed my hips. I began to push my hips forward as the ride started to move once more. In the distance, I could hear the surf crashing on the beach and the screams of the riders on the roller coaster nearby.

Noah pushed my skirt up and found my center, working me with his fingers while I mewled in pleasure. Our movements were frantic and rushed. There was no savoring the feeling of each other, just intense raw need.

“Come for me,” he commanded as I continued to ride him eagerly, arching towards his fingers and into his hardness.

“So close,” I told him with a moan.

“Good me, too,” he muttered as he thrust up into me.

The rush of fear that we may get caught combined with my desire to reach fulfillment spurred me on. It was a thrill I had never experienced. I barely covered my mouth to hide my cries of ecstasy as I felt myself shattering all over him. He bit my shoul

der moments later, groaning his own release.

“Holy crap,” he muttered as he leaned me back on him. “I love you,” he said in a thick sated voice.

I giggled. “I love you, too. That was…fun.”

I grabbed my panties, hyper-aware that time was not on our side. He took them from me and lifted my dress up. I felt the cloth of my panties wiping away the evidence of our coupling. He was quick and meticulous in his movement. He pocketed them with a smug smile. “I’m keeping these, and now we both know you’re not wearing anything under your dress for the rest of the night.